Friday, 7 August 2015

nothing but blue skies do I see. And it's such a lovely day for Skywatch Friday that even the moon is hanging around to enjoy it.

It's perfect weather for the school holidays, the time when, as children, we were always taken to the seaside. I found this old cardboard wallet this week with family photos from the late 40's and early 50's.

'Jolly Days' indeed. Here I am in a natty white culotte playsuit on holiday in France with my cool- dude big brother in shades. Mother is sprawled out on the pebbles in the foreground. Pebbles? Uncomfortable pebbles? Who cares! The war was over and we were free to hoist our car onto the cross-channel ferry and travel wherever we wanted to go.

But right now quite the best place to be is at home in the garden.

The wasps think so too, they are everywhere, eating into the gooseberries and other soft fruit and coming in through the automatic roof vents in the greenhouse causing us to abandon the space. They are attracted by the nectar that drips from my hoya plant. If we could locate the wasp nests we would mount a very mean counter attack!

But for the moment the wasps are winning and we are outside looking in.

Wishing all you skywatchers 'jolly days'.

Postscript. Wasps discovered in the roof, the ladder is in place, we are fighting back!

Sunday, 2 August 2015

Today didn't look too promising at first, rather chilly for August. I fancied a traditional Sunday roast, but not cooked by me. A phone call to the Talbot in Mells secured us a table. It's a lovely village, I've blogged it on several occasions. By the time we arrived it had turned into a warm, sunny summer's day.
First we went to the churchyard and put a few flowers on Siegfried Sassoon's grave

and then we walked down the street

to see what was on offer.

Lunch was good, the Talbot is a favourite place. Afterwards we crossed the road and went into the Walled Garden

where the high stone walls were capturing the heat and making it feel positively Mediterranean!

The textures in the dappled shade were beautiful.

But the terrace beyond the walls looked the best place of all

for whiling away a sunny Sunday afternoon!

Things were much busier around the pizza oven in the main part of the garden.

About Me

I live with Himself (husband) in a former gamekeeper's cottage in the South-West of England.
All text and photographs on this blog are
copyright and property of Rosemary Murphy unless otherwise stated.
I have three blogs;
Share my garden,
My life in one hundred objects and
Miss Cellany.
The 'Himself' blog consists of short stories and artwork, copyright of Peter Murphy.